All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just playing with her toys.

This story is close to my heart as I met my fiance on eHarmony. If anything is off on the way it goes, please forgive me. I'm sure many things have changed in the years since I was on. Also, Edward being in Bella's first ten matches was a mirror to my match with my fiance.

Thanks to Missus Robinson for beta'ing!

Here is the first prologue. Enjoy!

Six months later:

I stood in front of the stove and poured the thick creamy batter onto the hot pan making one of the few items that I was decent at making. Well, decent according to Bella. Then again she was a pancake freak. The woman loved pancakes in a way that should be illegal.

Bella was still asleep and I was hoping to surprise her with a Christmas breakfast before we un-wrapped gifts and went to my parent's house before I headed to the hospital to check on my patients.

It was hard to believe six months had passed since Bella and I finally met face to face and had our first date. A lot had happened in that time frame that changed our lives for the better and our relationship.

About two months into our relationship my lease expired and instead of finding something new or extending it, we made the decision to move in together. While it was true we hadn't been together long, we were both head over heels for one another.

It was decided that since Bella's lease still had six months left, and the fact that she was closer to what would be my new location, that I would move in with her. While I still had another month in my current position the commute would be longer, but it was only for a short period of time. We moved most of my stuff into storage because her apartment was already full and there wasn't much extra room.

The first week was wonderful. I loved coming home to Bella and being around her every moment I wasn't working. However, the few weeks following were heaven and hell. We were happy, but we definitely had an adjustment period. When you take two people in their thirties that haven't shared space in a few years and are set in their ways things are bound to get ugly.

Well… not too ugly, just ugly for us.

Most of the time we were too 'sickeningly sweet' for our friends.

We did have a few fights, but I think it was just the stress of all that was going on. Our schedules were so different that we were constantly waking one another up and the reduced sleep had made us cranky and probably was the catalyst.

Once I started at the children's hospital things changed and my schedule evened out, resulting in more of a pattern. I was on call a lot, but overall it was much better than the hectic, long hours, flip flopped working ways I had become accustomed too over the years.

Over all, we had become stronger as a couple and in our love. And boy did we love. Even after six months we were still insatiable for each other. Though with her sexy body and dirty mind, I wondered if it would ever slow down.

I could hear the water running in the bathroom and smiled; my girl was up. The call of pancakes was too great to keep her sleeping for much longer.

I watched her walk from the bedroom still in her tank top and pajama bottoms with a smile, sleepy eyes, and a mad case of bed head as she took in a deep breath.

"Pancakes!" she said with a smile.

I smirked at her. "Pancakes."

She walked into the kitchen and stepped up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Morning… Merry Christmas!" she said with a giggle before nuzzling into my back.

Damn she was cute when she did that. I wanted to nuzzle her back so badly, but the pancakes needed flipping.

"Merry Christmas, love," I replied before pulling her around to my side with my free arm.

She scooted around, her hands never leaving my waist, her head now nuzzling into my chest. She was killing me. I kissed the top of her head before chuckling slightly.

"I know, I know. I just wanted some Christmas morning loving before I go brush it out."

I smacked her ass, causing her to squeal.

"Go now and the pancakes will be ready when you are done."

She pulled away and walked back into the bathroom. Now that she was awake my nerves were starting to creep up on me. Once breakfast was eaten then we would open presents and I had been freaking out for weeks on whether or not she would like what I had gotten her. It was wrapped and under the tree, the largest box.

The first round of pancakes were done and I had the second round on the griddle when she came back out.

My girl's love of pancakes was hysterical to watch. Her tiny frame downed seven medium size pancakes and while she was sated, she was on the too full side.

"Not funny," she pouted and I couldn't help but laugh.

So damn cute. I leaned down and kissed her pouty lips before pulling her up from the chair.

I lead her to the living room and pulled her into my arms before swaying to an unheard beat.

"What are we doing?"

I smiled down at her. "Dancing."

"I know that, but the last time we danced I ended up with two stitches in my elbow."

"Yes, but that was because I let you go. I'm not letting you go today," I explained. I picked her up by the waist and set her feet on mine. "There, now you can't get away."

She laughed and shook her head as I began dancing us around the room. I spun us around before dipping her, causing her to squeal.

I loved the sounds that she made.

I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was nearly nine thirty, meaning we needed to get a move on.

"Presents?" I asked and she grinned while nodding her head.


We sat in front of the tree and handed each other a gift and unwrapped them. I pulled hard on the ribbon in an attempt to snap it, but it just wouldn't budge. Bella was laughing at me while she carefully un-wrapped the package in front of her.

Finally I was able to get the damn ribbon off, which I knew she made difficult on purpose, and ripped the paper off. She tapped the box as well, little vixen. She giggled the whole time while watching me struggle; I'd get her back for that.

Finally, after feeling like I'd battled a lion, the box top came off to reveal a photo frame with a montage of photos of us. The eleven by fourteen inch intricately carved black frame held picture after picture of Bella and I together, and in the middle a single picture of her. One of the first, the one from our first picture war; Bella blowing a kiss at the camera.

"It's for your office," she spoke.

My fingers traced over the photos, my heart filled with so much love and a smile on my face. It was perfect. Gazing down at the multiple shots of us together I could see it; our love. Perfect and shining and I knew, just… knew. Everything solidified and every worry and fear I had went right out the window. She would say 'yes'.

"Do you like it?" she asked and I realized I hadn't said anything as I stared down at the perfection that was us.

"Bella… it's… I love it. Baby, it's perfect. Thank you," I praised, pulling her into my arms and her lips to mine. She leaned back and I noticed she had opened the gift I had handed her. "Do you… do you like it?"

"I'm a little confused by it, I'll admit."

I could feel the blush crawling on my skin. "Well, you keep talking about how you could write so much better than some of the garbage you edit, so… and you have a long commute… I-I thought you might… a journal, no one hand writes today and with the jostling of the train… do you… do you like it?" I questioned, wondering if I'd read her wrong.

Her eyes watered up and I started to freak out.

"No, baby, I'm sorry! I…I'll take…"

"It's not that!" she exclaimed, throwing her hand up to stop me from apologizing. "I… you always pick up on things. I love it. It's you encouraging me. Thank you," she explained and leaned forward placing a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you."

I sighed out in relief and smiled. "I love you too, so much."

With that, we continued to work our way through the gifts; socks, shirts, movies, ties, bedtime fun toys that had us both blushing. It was a present from Alice and Jasper that we had received and were told to wait until Christmas day while we were alone at home. I'm pretty sure it was all Alice with maybe a little Rosalie… or a lot, knowing her.

We were down to the big box, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her smiling like a little kid at Christmas from the excitement of receiving the largest package from under the tree. I chuckled as she pried the two foot squared wrapped box from my hands and set it in front of her.

Her little fingers began ripping and tearing and the thin brightly colored paper to the cardboard box below. She then pulled the tape and the flaps popped open.

I nearly burst out laughing at the look on her face when she opened the box; shock, confusion, and a bit of 'what the fuck'.

Inside were various t-shirts of mine, stacked and folded, that she had worn as night shirts over the past six months. I loved to see her in my clothes so I was 'giving' them to her. She picked up the top one to inspect it when her eye caught the box lying beneath.

She shook her head and began removing the shirts from the box. Opening it she laughed. Cookies. Thin mints to be exact. Her favorite.

Picking them up she noticed another box. "Really, Edward?"

I smiled and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Really."

Opening the next box she found colored pieces of glass. Her head shot to the vase in the entry way and noticed the lack of the iridescent blue beads. She looked back at me and I shrugged.

"I needed some weight," I admitted and we both broke out into laughter.

Through the beads she found another box. It was a decorative metal box about four inches squared. Lifting the lid she looked down and I watched her eyes grow a little wider.

Nestled in some Easter basket grass was a blue silk box.

With shaking hands she removed the box and placed the metal one on the floor in front of her. I took a deep steadying breath and repositioned my body so that I was on one knee in front of her. Her eyes were still locked on the blue unopened box but when I shifted so did her gaze.

I watched her eyes grow wide as she looked between me and the box.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you…"

"Yes," she said interrupting me.

"What?" I questioned, blinking at her.

"I said yes," she stated.

"But I didn't ask yet."

"I don't care, the answer is yes," she declared.

"I prepared a whole speech," I insisted.

"Screw the speech.

"Screw the speech?"

"Ok, Cliff notes version."

"Ok… " I began, taking in a quick deep breath. "I've loved you since long before we met face to face and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have babies and grow old."

I don't think I'd ever seen her smile that big, it was beautiful and all for me. She launched herself at me and I wrapped my arms around her, laughing as she peppered my neck, cheeks, and lips with kisses while whispering 'yes' over and over.

Hands down.